"Frank N Furter, it's all over." The verbal wrangle tore at my mind,
emotions.. what was happening? The figures that stood in the door way
looked like Magenta, and Riff Raff. What were they talking about.. why were
they dressed up... in gold space suits? But it was them.. I knew it.. "Your
mission is a failure; Your lifestyle's too extreme." I stepped back, my
brows sinking with confusion. Frank brushed the hair from his eyes, with an
offended snarl. "I'm your new commander; You now are my prisoner." What did
Riff mean, I'm still not sure but I stood beside Rocky, wishing for once, I
could turn to him for comfort. His broad shoulders seemed so inviting,
better than looking at Frankie in perplexion. I choked back the tears, I
knew were brimming my eyes.
"We return to Transylvania." Riffy snarled the words, nearly spitting on the floor. He glanced at Magenta, nodding to her. I could see his love for her, a love that I wished I could share with someone.. even a brother if I had one. "Prepare the transit beam." Magenta turned about to walk away, responding to Riff Raff's request. Frank had wrapped himself in his arms, a look of fear plastered on his face, a look almost as beautiful as his smile, I sighed, remembering the past. "I can explain!"
I could tell Frank was taking a chance, as he screamed out the lines I could tell might save his life. He motioned me over, whispering in my ear. Although there was nothing sensual about, he was whispering to me to shine the spot light on him, it brought back memories, and then it hit me. I still loved him. I still loved Frank, my speech after dinner, my screaming at dinner, it was not so much I missed Eddie, I sympathized.. but I still wanted Frankie.. my Frankie. Rocky waddled to the switch board so I scurried off to the spot lights, even though my limbs felt like lead. I had to save him. Some how... I had to save him. "I'm Going Home" In the middle of the stage, Frank stood alone, looking miserable. I lay my head against the light, even though it felt hot beside my skull, my head felt heavy I couldn't hold it up any longer.
"On the day I went away..." I sighed the next line, along with Brad, Janet, and Rocky. "Good-bye..." "Was all I had to say.." He hugged himself, trying to smile, but I could feel his pain. "Now I..." I murmured the line, my face feeling every hotter against the lights. My make-up had run, I could tell by the itch all over my face. "I want to come again, and stay." "Oh, my, my..." I could feel the singe of the heat against my skin, but took no notice.. how could I save Frank. "Smile, and that will mean I may." He walked forward, kicking the lever that flooded the background with clouds.
"'cause I've seen, oh, blue skies," A black chiffon scarf seemed to float over to him, then he grabbed it, draping it over his shoulders. "Through the tears, in my eyes." I saw Magenta yawn, with boredom, and for the first time I hated her. She had always known I liked Frank although not loved. But to shun him like this? Bitch. "And I realize, I'm going home. All I'm going home." My heart feels like it's climbed up to my thought, beating rapidly. "Everywhere it's been the same..." "Feeling..." I felt my face flush, as I sang, sang to protect Frank.. and all he stood for. He sat down, on the steps, "...like I'm outside in the rain..."
I cooed the lyrics watching intently "....free to try and find a game..." Suddenly, as I broke gaze from Frank, I noticed people, many people, sitting in in the seats, watching, I doubt Brad and Janet noticed, or saw. Perhaps I had I deeper bond with Frank, on an unspoken level. I hoped so. "Cards for sorrow," Frankie mimed dealing cards, "cards for pain." Deal me in, I thought, I'd be a part of all most anything he does.. "'cause I've seen, oh, blue skies Through the tears in my eyes And I realize, I'm going home." Once again I sang lines with Frank, repeating the fact he was leaving.. to Transsexual or were ever.. I was so lost. "How sentimental." I shot a glare at Magenta, I hated her even more this moment than before. It was sentimental! I mean.. you only had to look at his expression to tell. "And also presumptuous of you. You see, when I said we were to return to Transylvania, I referred only to Magenter and myself. I'm sorry, however, if you found my words misleading, but you see, you are to remain here;" Riff Raff walked towards Frank; an odd pitch fork thing grasped in his hand.
"In spirit, anyway." I knew it.. they planned to kill Frank.. but how could I stop them... and I had to do something soon. "Great heavens! That's a laser!" Dr. Scott babbled. A laser.. how could he do this.. I know Frank wasn't that kind to him.. but to kill him, Frankie might have been a cruel man at times.. but he was passionate, and gentle. "Yes, Dr. Scott. A laser capable of emitting a beam of pure anti-mater." What could I do.. I thought that not a second ago.. now I'm here, wondering, hoping.. I can't here what they're saying.. but I don't care.. I need to think fast. I need to save Frank.. all I can see is him cowering on the steps of the stage. Time is going so slow.. but at least that'll give me more time to think. But I can't.. at least not about anything productive.. Frank... I wish I could tell you I love you.. I've only ever told you I had loved you.. but not in the present tense. Riff's hand seemed about to tighten on the silver rod and I knew it was time to take action.. but how? I just screamed..... then I saw red.
A/N: Once again, I'm not sure if every action is correct, for I didn't watch the movie simultaneously. I'm sure it's good enough, just don't kill me for the timing, but I do accept criticism. Please R&R, I need reviews (ok.. I want them). Read the disclaimer on my bio, although I doubt you think I own the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but if your really that disillusioned please go to my bio.
"We return to Transylvania." Riffy snarled the words, nearly spitting on the floor. He glanced at Magenta, nodding to her. I could see his love for her, a love that I wished I could share with someone.. even a brother if I had one. "Prepare the transit beam." Magenta turned about to walk away, responding to Riff Raff's request. Frank had wrapped himself in his arms, a look of fear plastered on his face, a look almost as beautiful as his smile, I sighed, remembering the past. "I can explain!"
I could tell Frank was taking a chance, as he screamed out the lines I could tell might save his life. He motioned me over, whispering in my ear. Although there was nothing sensual about, he was whispering to me to shine the spot light on him, it brought back memories, and then it hit me. I still loved him. I still loved Frank, my speech after dinner, my screaming at dinner, it was not so much I missed Eddie, I sympathized.. but I still wanted Frankie.. my Frankie. Rocky waddled to the switch board so I scurried off to the spot lights, even though my limbs felt like lead. I had to save him. Some how... I had to save him. "I'm Going Home" In the middle of the stage, Frank stood alone, looking miserable. I lay my head against the light, even though it felt hot beside my skull, my head felt heavy I couldn't hold it up any longer.
"On the day I went away..." I sighed the next line, along with Brad, Janet, and Rocky. "Good-bye..." "Was all I had to say.." He hugged himself, trying to smile, but I could feel his pain. "Now I..." I murmured the line, my face feeling every hotter against the lights. My make-up had run, I could tell by the itch all over my face. "I want to come again, and stay." "Oh, my, my..." I could feel the singe of the heat against my skin, but took no notice.. how could I save Frank. "Smile, and that will mean I may." He walked forward, kicking the lever that flooded the background with clouds.
"'cause I've seen, oh, blue skies," A black chiffon scarf seemed to float over to him, then he grabbed it, draping it over his shoulders. "Through the tears, in my eyes." I saw Magenta yawn, with boredom, and for the first time I hated her. She had always known I liked Frank although not loved. But to shun him like this? Bitch. "And I realize, I'm going home. All I'm going home." My heart feels like it's climbed up to my thought, beating rapidly. "Everywhere it's been the same..." "Feeling..." I felt my face flush, as I sang, sang to protect Frank.. and all he stood for. He sat down, on the steps, "...like I'm outside in the rain..."
I cooed the lyrics watching intently "....free to try and find a game..." Suddenly, as I broke gaze from Frank, I noticed people, many people, sitting in in the seats, watching, I doubt Brad and Janet noticed, or saw. Perhaps I had I deeper bond with Frank, on an unspoken level. I hoped so. "Cards for sorrow," Frankie mimed dealing cards, "cards for pain." Deal me in, I thought, I'd be a part of all most anything he does.. "'cause I've seen, oh, blue skies Through the tears in my eyes And I realize, I'm going home." Once again I sang lines with Frank, repeating the fact he was leaving.. to Transsexual or were ever.. I was so lost. "How sentimental." I shot a glare at Magenta, I hated her even more this moment than before. It was sentimental! I mean.. you only had to look at his expression to tell. "And also presumptuous of you. You see, when I said we were to return to Transylvania, I referred only to Magenter and myself. I'm sorry, however, if you found my words misleading, but you see, you are to remain here;" Riff Raff walked towards Frank; an odd pitch fork thing grasped in his hand.
"In spirit, anyway." I knew it.. they planned to kill Frank.. but how could I stop them... and I had to do something soon. "Great heavens! That's a laser!" Dr. Scott babbled. A laser.. how could he do this.. I know Frank wasn't that kind to him.. but to kill him, Frankie might have been a cruel man at times.. but he was passionate, and gentle. "Yes, Dr. Scott. A laser capable of emitting a beam of pure anti-mater." What could I do.. I thought that not a second ago.. now I'm here, wondering, hoping.. I can't here what they're saying.. but I don't care.. I need to think fast. I need to save Frank.. all I can see is him cowering on the steps of the stage. Time is going so slow.. but at least that'll give me more time to think. But I can't.. at least not about anything productive.. Frank... I wish I could tell you I love you.. I've only ever told you I had loved you.. but not in the present tense. Riff's hand seemed about to tighten on the silver rod and I knew it was time to take action.. but how? I just screamed..... then I saw red.
A/N: Once again, I'm not sure if every action is correct, for I didn't watch the movie simultaneously. I'm sure it's good enough, just don't kill me for the timing, but I do accept criticism. Please R&R, I need reviews (ok.. I want them). Read the disclaimer on my bio, although I doubt you think I own the Rocky Horror Picture Show, but if your really that disillusioned please go to my bio.